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“You and Lonan don’t wear wedding rings. On your fingers.”
Bridget side-eyes me for a moment, then tilts her head and responds matter-of-factly, “We aren’t married, so we don’t wear wedding rings.”
“But you live together. And all my friends’ aunts and uncles that live together are married,” she says, trying to understand.
“Uncle Lonan and I are just friends.”
My eyebrows shoot up.
Excuse me?
“Do you want to get married?” Maddie asks.
“Someday,” I respond, keeping my gaze fixed on my future bride.
Bridget clears her throat. “Are the chicken nuggets ready to go in now?”
“Nice segue. You and Iwilltalk about this later.”
* * *
After dinner—and some animated movie about cats—Mads is out cold. I peek over at them, and she’s snuggled up with her head in Bridget’s lap. Thoughts of what our kids might look like slink into my mind. I knew I wanted children someday, but seeing her with Maddie makes it seem like my dream of having a family is actually attainable.
“She looks so peaceful.” She smiles down at our niece and brushes the hair back from her face.
“Ready to put her to bed?” I whisper.
She nods.
I bend down to scoop her relaxed little body into my arms and carry her into the spare bedroom. We work together to tuck her into bed and ensure the night-light and sound machine are on. Bridget tiptoes out behind me.
As soon as the door clicks shut, I push her up against the wall.
I kiss her, parting her lips, and ever so slowly press my tongue to hers.
My lips curve into a smile against hers as a sugary flavor floods my mouth.
“You still taste like cupcake frosting.”
“I snuck one during the movie.”
Grabbing her ass, I hoist her up to my middle so she can feel how hard I am.
I sweep my tongue through her mouth again. “Naughty girl.”
She wraps her legs tight around me, and I carry her into my bedroom.
I grip her sides, and a small yelp slips out when I toss her to the bed’s center. She sits up on her elbows as if waiting for a show. Gripping my shirt at the nape of my neck, I pull it over my head. She draws in a sharp breath when I unbuckle my belt, and a wide grin spreads over my face as she presses her thighs together. Wrapping my palms around her calves, I yank her to the edge of the bed.
“Strip for me, angel.”
After quickly removing her sweater, she lies back down, arches her back, and lifts her ass to shove the leggings down.
She pulls them off her ankles and flings them across the room.
“What if she wakes up?”
Her shoulders relax when I nod to the baby monitor I set up earlier.
